Chapter 3623

The little devil flew askew, just like his body didn't listen to orders. It was dozens of meters away from the death knell. It fell to the ground, then scrambled over and kowtowed.

"Master supreme, please don't kill me. I was appointed by the queen to lead you. I haven't eaten human souls. I'm a good devil."

Hell is full of chaos, but it is also the place with the clearest class. The only truth pursued here is that the strong are respected.

Everything of the weak, including life and soul, belongs to the strong, so the death knell hasn't spoken yet. The title of a supreme mage alone makes the little ghost tremble like chaff.

The strongest caster in the material dimension, can anyone hang this title?

It doesn't know the knell, nor does it know that the knell is actually an enemy mage, but as long as it knows that it can't provoke several humans in front of it, that's enough.

Although Su Ming likes to impose fear on others and use fear to achieve some of his own tactical goals, he is not going to target such a little devil. That's too bad.

"Get up and lead the way. If you delay my time, I'll extract your soul and feed it to the fourth dimensional tapeworm."

He smiled kindly at the little devil and said warm and inspiring words.

No way, the world is like this. Do you want to talk to the devil? They don't understand. If they communicate with demons in language, interest temptation or terrorist threat must account for the same.

After hearing the familiar curse and threat, the little devil relaxed a lot. He smiled and nodded repeatedly, got up from the ground, flapped the red bat wings and took off, suspended at a height slightly lower than the line of sight of the death knell:

"Of course, of course, the great supreme mage and two distinguished ladies, please follow me. I absolutely dare not waste your time. Please fly this way."

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Its flying speed is too slow. Su Ming simply grabs it on the flying carpet and just needs to show the way.

The relationship between the dimensions of hell is similar to that between the Lords of hell, because they belong to hell. There are various connections between these dimensions, which makes people feel like the nine realms on the world tree.

They are independent, but they are a whole. According to logic and common sense, this whole is located in the broken field of the middle dimension.

But the magical world on the mysterious side doesn't talk about logic and common sense, so it's not there.

It sounds a bit like a tongue twister. Anyway, Su Ming thinks it is more like it exists in people's common consciousness. It is human desire and dark fantasy that constitute hell.

First there are human beings, human beings have thought, and thought is born in hell.

In short, starting from Satana's hell, you can lead to the territory of maduk, Mephisto, satanish and others. If you pass through Mephisto's territory, you can reach the hell border of the secret guest. If you cross the hell border, you can return to the physical world of reality, that is, the main dimension of the death knell.

It doesn't make much sense to remember these things, because it's direct to people who want to go to hell.

Physical movement can't leave a hell. At least a magic wonder that can cross the dimension like a magic floating cloak is needed. Su Ming is not sure whether it's OK to take Barry. Maybe he can try it at DC next time.

The scenery in each hell is different, which is often the performance of the power attribute of its corresponding Lord. I don't know how many demons stare at several people moving along the way, but none of them dare to come up and block the way.

Black and yellow armor is really a warning color. Demons with a little common sense automatically retreat when they see the death knell.

Instead, the little devil in charge of leading the way sat on the edge in front of the flying carpet. He didn't dare to sit on his whole ass, but touched some edges slightly.

But it has begun to pretend to be a tiger. It looks at the demons watching the action route in the distance with high toes, looks at them fiercely, and its arrow like tail is still high.

"The great supreme mage is in front of the territory of the 'Black Death Prince'. You can reach the prison of no light through there." After crossing the boundary line of devil king satanish's territory, the little devil like a dog leg bows and reports to Su Ming, with flattery in his yellow eyes.

The devil is so realistic. As long as you are better than it, it doesn't need to say anything. It knows its own position very well.

"Dead black prince, if I remember correctly, this title belongs to kx'ulthuum. Should he have died long ago?" The death knell sat cross legged smoking. He calmly waited for the arrival War: "what? Has no one taken over the territory he left?"

"Ah, great supreme mage, how wise and knowledgeable you are. You know the situation of hell like the back of your hand. Compared with you, the wisdom of mortals is like the reflection in the eyes of flies, trying to compete with the sun hanging in the sky!"

Let's not talk about anything else. The little devil first gave a string of flattery, and then began to talk about business:

"You're right. When the Black Death Prince lost his strength, it was 3000 blood months ago, but his hell is still filled with xenophobic dead souls. The environment is more like the underworld. No devil would like to live in that place. Even Lord Hella doesn't like it there."

Of course, Haila doesn't like it there. The abandoned Black Death prison is poorer than Satana's territory. There's nothing but haunted or haunted. Haila's own underworld Heim is boring enough. Even if she occupies the Black Death prison, the result is nothing more than zero plus zero in mathematics.

If you can't get anything and don't say anything, you have to deal with countless grievances that are not under her control. It's a pure loss.

"Losing power? Blood moon?" Wanda held the big book given to her by the death knell, felt its pulse and heartbeat, and asked the question: "the teacher didn't tell me this, the death knell, what does this mean?"

"Your teacher Agatha doesn't play hell magic very much. She is good at weather magic and dark alchemy. Naturally, she won't teach you things about hell."

Su Ming, who was smoking, explained simply, took out some drinks for the two women, and gave the little devil a bottle of monster blood collected before:

"Losing power is a taboo saying, and the saying of low EQ is' dead '. As for 3000 blood months, it is a way of dating. If converted into Earth time, it should be 8 million years ago? Maybe, you just need to know it was a long time ago."

"Dead? Doesn't it mean that hell lords are generally difficult to kill? Not to mention in its own hell dimension." Wanda was still curious. Her big eyes opened like cats and longed for knowledge.

The supreme mage patted the back of her hand, smiled and replied:

"Generally speaking, it's like that, but the man who killed it is very unusual. His name is man Wang Conan. He is a fierce man who cut down dozens of ancient incarnations by himself."

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